Stoking the fire of selectiveness

21 07 2011

When Floridian Casey Anthony was charged with the murder and manslaughter of her two year old daughter, Caylee, media went into overdrive, condemning Casey guilty before the trial even began. The internet and news outlets were exploding with outrage and indignation, causing me to remark to a friend that it felt like the Lindy Chamberlain slash trial by media all over again. The only difference this time was that Casey’s jury, unlike Lindy’s, were obviously not influenced and pressured by media attention to find her guilty, no matter what.

When that jury acquitted Casey, hot emotion went beyond boiling point. And suddenly everyone was a legal expert on the criminal justice system, behaving as if they had been in that courtroom, listening to the defence, prosecution and all the evidence presented, how and why the law was wrong and is an ass, and how they can “fix” the legal and jury systems. They forgot that they were getting second-hand information as distilled by media sources. Predictably, social media went into overdrive. Facebook members sent out invites to people to put their porch lights on for Caylee (I received two invitations and declined both, obviously. Also, I don’t have a porch).  Nancy Grace, a former prosecutor of dubious prosecutorial conduct and host of a current affairs show, laid it on thick, stating that “the devil is dancing tonight”.

It has gone so far as people calling for the revocation of the Fifth Amendment which protects people from double jeopardy, and signing a petition at Change.org that is calling to make it a felony for a parent or guardian to not notify law enforcement of a child going missing within 24 hours.

As Radley Balko points out, this would be bad law for several reasons, least of which it would be based on emotion rather than reason and it would be bad policy. There would be “no way for a medical examiner to determine time of death in the sort of narrow window that would be necessary to enforce Caylee’s Law”.

Balko elaborates with a number of questions:

If medical science can’t pinpoint the time of the child’s death to the minute, how else are authorities going to determine it? They can’t ask the parent. A guilty person isn’t going to give you an honest answer, and even an innocent parent may lie if they fear the truth could land them in prison. It also seems safe to assume that a parent’s first instinct upon witnessing the death of a child isn’t to look up at the clock to take note of an official time of death . . . .

There are myriad other problems with the one-hour requirement. What if a child dies while sleeping? When would you start the clock on the parent’s one-hour window to report? From the time the parent discovers the child is dead, or from the time the child actually dies? . . . .  What if a parent or babysitter missed the deadline because she fell asleep at the time the child was playing outside and suffered a fatal accident? . . . .

The portion of the bill that requires a parent to report a missing child within 24 hours is just as fraught with problems. When does that clock start? From the time the child actually gets abducted, gets lost, or is somehow killed, or at the time the parents noticed the child was missing? How do you pinpoint the time that they “noticed”?

Clearly, the Caylee Anthony case was stoked to inflame the emotions of people — and I want to make it clear here that it is tragic and sad what happened to Caylee. No doubt.

But what has been bugging me the most is this: where is the equivalent outrage and emotion over this?

Sudan

Or this?

Child prostitutes

Or this?

Los Angeles, USA

I’m also not seeing the equivalent public grief over Leiby Kletzky, the 8 year old boy who was kidnapped, drugged and suffocated last week in New York City.

The inflaming effect of media coverage on the Casey Anthony trial and acquittal, and the public grief and outrage for Caylee Anthony compared to the examples above, makes me wonder, wonder about people’s sense of reality, selectiveness, perspective and genuineness at times.





Lazy blogging

30 03 2010

Busy this week. Lazy, too, when it comes to blogging. The following are items of topics that caught my eye in recent days.

Pope Ratzinger is a bloody disgrace. Say nope to the Pope.

And the Pope does not like “petty gossip”.

Cardinal Pell commented on the Pope’s letter. Pell supported a pedophile a couple of years ago.

Elsewhere, the Democrats are in a stable condition after passing the health care bill. Suck on that, tea baggers.

Meanwhile, the President of Cool

And in Iceland, “the Nordic state is the first country in the world to ban stripping and lapdancing for feminist, rather than religious, reasons.” Good stuff. But I do have reservations.

Won’t banning strip clubs simply push such clubs underground, thus creating a new blackmarket of exploited women? Is regulation of the sex industry rather than outlawing it a better option?

Speaking of feminism, this Jenga game specifically for girls really is ridiculous in an amusing sort of way.

In other news, Glenn Beck announces at a rally in Orlando, FL, that he’s going to piss off every American and devise a budget for the US of A. Is he suggesting civil war while suggesting non-violent resistance?! What?

I do like this point in that article:

The audience was typical of a large Beck fan gathering — predominantly over 50 and white and heavy on retirees, the jobless and military veterans, or the kind of people who now often receive government benefits like Medicare or unemployment checks that would likely get hammered if policymakers actually listened to Beck’s budget scheme.

He ends the rally while predictably choking back tears. For fuck’s sake.

Last but not least, a Q&A read with Chinua Achebe, author of one of my all-time favourite books, about things falling apart again in his homeland, Nigeria.





Brew

10 03 2010

Back. Was AWOL, now getting back into the swing of things. Was away for a few days with a friend. Don’t have much writing mojo anyhow.

Nevertheless, want to share this beer I saw last week. Have any of you tried it? I didn’t buy it, so am curious to know if it tastes good or if it’s just a gimmicky beer with a funny label.

I do wonder at times if I’m becoming far too cynical.





He has a point… to a point

29 01 2010

My face is not my business? It’s public property? I’m not sure I agree with that. Read on and ask if other parts of my or your body is public property? (I know some of you will be thinking of smart-arse/dirty responses; I have already, too.)

In my e-mail inbox today from Rabbi Aron Moss comes this:

Question of the Week: A quick question… my friends often tell me to smile more. But how can one always just smile and be happy if (not so) deep down one has pressing troubles, worries and problems to deal with? Must I smile when I am not in the mood?

Answer:

What has smiling to do with your mood? What has the look on your face to do with the feelings in your heart?

Your face is not your business. It is public property.  You only have to look at your own face once briefly in the morning. Everyone else has to look at your face all day. So just because you are in a bad mood or going through a rough patch, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be brought down too. The people around you deserve to be greeted with a pleasant face.

Of course, smiling is not only for the benefit of others, but for your own benefit too. The number one cause of misery is not life’s troubles but rather self-absorption. The more you think about yourself and your predicament, the more you marinate in self-pity, the more miserable you become.

On the other hand, when you look outside of yourself, look around you and see how you can be of service to others when you smile not because you are in the mood but because others deserve to be smiled at, you start to feel upbeat and light again.

This is not to say that there are never any real reasons to be sad, or that smiling is a magical cure for depression. The point is that smiling is a duty you have to others. And when you focus on your duties rather than your difficulties, you are on the road to happiness.

Good Shabbos,

Rabbi Moss.

It is true: when I feel down and glum but force myself to smile at someone, whether a stranger or not, I do feel marginally better. And, of course, when people smile at me, I feel a kick up the arse to get out of my misery and smile back. Smile and the world smiles back at you, as the cliche goes.

But I still can’t get past the part about my face being none of my business. It is. What I do with it is ultimately up to me — I am not obliged to smile like a chimp on speed at everyone I come across. Why am I? Says who? Just as the rest of my body is my business. How do you separate your face from your body?

Hmm.

Anyway, it’s Friday — SMILE!





While swimming in the pool

4 01 2010

Just as there are

apples and oranges

day and night

good and bad

yin and yang

man and woman

so too there are two kinds of people: those who fear emotional intimacy and those who fear emotional indifference.

Discuss.





Huh, what?

9 12 2009

This search term turned up today:

funny scrabble letters

It has, of course, got me asking what’s so funny about Scrabble letters?








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